Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 156, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 1 July 1913 — HAPPLNINGS IN THE CITIES [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

HAPPLNINGS IN THE CITIES

Just One Arrest After Another for This Man

INDIANAPOLIS, Ind.—A highway robber, who has a double in the person of William McElfee, a young South side merchant, draped himself over the bar in the saloon of Nicholas J. Colon, 220 McCrea street, shortly before eight o’clock the other evening and requested Arthur Kneeland, bar man, to punch the “No Sale” key on the cash register. The while McEk fee’s double kept the smaller and round end of a revolver wavering between Kneeland and Daniel E. McGuire, a customer. Half an hour after the incident in the Colon saloon, CapL George Coon, In citizen’s clothes, shadowed a gray suit and a cap to match in . Illinois atreet, made sure of the “five foot" item of his description, and tapped the gray suit to the left of the collar. “Cumon-les* go to Colon’s,” the captain whispered in the ear of the gray collar much as a friend might have done. The young man was surprised, but glimpsed the badge beneath the captain’s coat and went along. Knee-

land required two good looks to decide it wasn't the robber. “I know this fellow—you’re Mac — MacElfee— that the name?” McElfee set up the drinks and thanked the bartender as the captain scurried out to look again. Then McElfee sought the outdoors and sauntered toward the Union station. Something like a premonition went over him when a heavy voice called: ‘Wait k minute”—a hand slid inquiringly over his gun-pocket and Lieutenant Barmfuhrer grasped an arm. “Want you,” annpunced Barmfuhrere, his eye traveling over McElfee’s short form, the gray suit and cap. “I was just at the saloon —they said It wasn’t me,” said McElfee, and the lieutenant smiled. “Clever,” said the lieutenant. “But it won’t go—guess you’re the righto kid—where’s the gun?” The bar man repeated his identification for Barmfuhrer and the night wore on. It was toward midnight that Barmfuhrer was in the Union station when there came a commotion in the crowd and out of it came three—Detectives Simon and Duncan with a familiar form between them. “Got ’im—Colon job," said Simon. “Young man,” said Barmfuhrer, a few minutes later, after explanations had been made, “Please—please, will you get oft the streets?" “Yes—yes, sir, I’ll go right home." said McElfee, wearily.